I miss the convenience of walking into town, plunking down in a chair overlooking the street at Mogagua, and ordering my 60 peso fruit plate with yogurt and granola for breakfast.
Afterwards I stroll around El Centro.
Matamoras always seems to be festooned with street banners. Locals must have a lot of fiestas on this street!
Evidently I'm not alone in my love of people watching. These giraffes stand on the curb everyday watching humans pass by.
A lone chair waits on the sidewalk on Juarez. I imagine someone else watches the village pass by from that perch.
I photographed this woman strolling down Hidalgo decked out in local finery on one of my morning walks.
It's always fun to spot Senor Queso Oaxaca walking the streets selling his cheese.
Another morning I heard laughter above me and looked up to see men building a palapa.
Sometimes we're joined by furry friends on our morning walks.
Mary, from her position atop the church in the zocalo, occupies the ultimate people-watching perch. I guess I'm in good company with my daily habit!